Page 56 - Rainbow County and Other Stories

44 Jack Fritscher

and laid out along three yellow school rulers nailed to the table,
concentrat ed, thinking those thoughts a man thinks when he
wants to, hands-off, make his cock hard. The Swede’s chamois
bag inched forward first. The short Bull grunted and his bagged
dick edged past the Swede’s. El Cap, running his own dirty movie
on the inside screen of his closed eyes, ignored their contest like a
runner pacing the leaders till they run themselves down.
The race was on. The Swede’s dick was approaching 8 inches.
At 8 inches on the yellow ruler, Luis de Aguilar’s move was to
unwrap the dick from the chamois bag, but the naked, harden ing
dick had to stay, untouched by hands, inching along the edge of
the yellow ruler, until it hit 10, when the contes tant could finally
take his meat in one hand to palm-drive it up past 11 inches, to
12, 13, however far it would harden.
The house record was painted in red on the green table: 14½
inches of bone-hard cock, set by a Texas cowboy who drove his
red Ford pickup into Managua one night so three-days-drunk he
never knew he had crossed the border out of Texas into Mexico
and had kept heading south on unmarked backroads, and ended
up in Managua, Nicaragua. Cha-cha-cha! That’s the great seduc-
tion about Central Ameri ca: a man can drive there.
The bearded Bull was in a sweat; his big cock ached for a
handjob, a blowjob; he had the meat but he needed the pull. The
Swede hit 8 on the yellow ruler and Luis de Aguilar stripped his
big fat blond cock free of the chamois. His dick was a beauty:
thick blond porcelain veined with blue traceries, tipped with a
big nipple of uncut foreskin. The crowd applaud ed. Even those
who hadn’t bet on the Swede had to cheer the sheer beauty of his
manhood rolling, stretching, lengthening, toward 9 inches, then
past 9, untouched, toward 10.
The Bull wasn’t doing bad for himself. A dozen mestizo sol-
diers from his ragtag outfit spurred him on, yelling to him like
they personally knew how big was his cock, shouting obsceni ties
to him to make it bigger, reminding him what a big face-fucker he
sported between his hairy thunder-thighs. The squat Bull bared
all three of his gold-rimmed white teeth in his black-bearded face
and strained. His chamois-roll slid past 8 inches. Luis de Aguilar
stripped his bullcock bare, careful to acciden tal ly touch it, careful

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